I'm workin on it, I swear! · 9:43pm Jan 3rd, 2018
Writing from Luna's point of view is always fun.
Thoughts of her sister drew Luna's gaze toward the distant city that was now their home. It being so farther north, Canterlot's white towers still glowed with the ruddy pink of the early dawn, standing in stark relief against the shadowy bulk of Canter peak and the velvet-blue northern sky. Twixt those towers she could remember the gardens, the cool, shady places and avenues of trees that saved her from the sun's cruel heat. The concessions Celestia had made, for how could the sun be enjoyed without the relief of shelter from its baleful eye?
Even in those quandam days when ponies frolicked, so they said, in the light of Celestia's sun, nevertheless they sheltered from it beneath the boughs of trees, and the rude walls of their homes. It seemed folly now, looking back, to resent their dancing and enjoyment. The cool of the night and the pale light of the moon had been blessed relief from the glowering day and they had partaken of it the only way a pony could, in rest and in sleep, and dreams of cool ponds and quiet places, surrounded by the fruits of their labours.
It was perhaps predictable that those fruits, in her mind's eye, took the form of apples, piled in lush heaps beneath the boughs of an orchard wood, while the pony enjoying them was a familiar shape indeed.
It'll be there, eventually.
Luna and Applejack somehow go together so well.